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Submitted to Contest #229
Paul used to love the holidays. For fifteen years he fooled himself into believing his marriage was solid and he had everything he wanted. Now he browsed eBay as though it were Tinder, scrolling through the pages and pages of action figures from his childhood hoping to find a present for himself that might lift his mood and bring him some holiday cheer. Certainly nobody else was going to get him a present, so he might as well treat himself to something that could bring him back to happier times. His mom, a dainty woman with only half a f...
Submitted to Contest #228
My stomach twisted into a balloon animal while my eyes darted around the kitchen. The oven was going, the salad was prepped, the potatoes were boiling. My heart started pounding again. I have to get this right, I thought, running through the checklist again. The doorbell rang and I jumped like a horse had kicked me in the chest. I frantically wiped my hands on a towel and rushed to the door. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I turned the doorknob and pulled it open. "Jenny!" I declared, smiling. I took half a step forward, beginning t...
"I'm not telling him," Angelo breathed, his voice low and firm. Archbishop Ferdinand took a long, deep sigh. "Fine," he said, straightening his back and opening the ornate wooden door to the Pope's private study. He stepped in solemnly then made his way across the room, his robes flowing behind him leaving a wake of invisible turbulent air. Fitting, Angelo thought. Just because we can't see it, it doesn't mean it's not there. I'll have to use that in a sermon sometime. If we survive this. The archbishop had hunched over by the Pope and Ang...
Submitted to Contest #227
Chester pressed his thumb and index finger to each other, noting the dull, waxy ache as they changed from rosy pink to a sickening yellow. He breathed in sharply, the frigid air slicing at his nostrils and delivering a shock to his lungs that sent his core into overdrive. A deep, involuntary trembling started up like a little go-kart engine deep inside him somewhere, desperately trying to generate a bit more heat. He reached up and pulled the beanie he wore down over his eyebrows and buried his face in the blanket he had wrapped around his...
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